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The little girl was scraggly, scrawny, and starving, physicalities that in stood in stark contrast to the audacity and ardour that shone in her eyes. Her world had been desolated by the ravages of war, her parents struck down by the merciless onslaught of enemy advances. The stillness in the moted dustlight of dawn was a tentative peace made possible only by abject surrender.
He had awoken to a throbbing headache, which only worsened with the scintillating light of the new morning. There was, however, a cool rag on his head, cold enough to indicate it had recently been changed. The last thing he remembered was being shot from behind. And then he saw her. She was only a child, and the fear betrayed by her trembling body did not stop her from coming forward and offering him a dirty tin cup full of water.
For the next year, he would come to know her infectious laughter, her heart full of song, and her endless kindness. She climbed trees with the same dexterity and deliberation as his childhood cat, and she even pushed her head into his hand for affection.
He felt his chest tightening as fear gripped him.
Great peril was imminent. He must stop it at all costs, he could not let her…
Lotor awoke in a cold sweat. He hadn’t thought of Nueh in over a century. He had been powerless to save her from Zarkon’s wrath when her planet had been obliterated.